[Comprehensive] Selective disorder

As soon as the get out of class bell rang, Zhemu Crane stretched leisurely, as if he could hear the clucking sound from the joints, the girl's body stiffened, she moved her neck again, and made the clucking sound again.

"what……"

Oremu Crane let out a soft cry, his body was so stiff.

Hongcun Xiuzou twitched the corners of his mouth, he could hear the clamor of her bones, Hongcun Xiuzou sighed helplessly, there was nothing he could do about Zhemuhe's lazy appearance:

"You, let's exercise occasionally, your body is so stiff and creaking."

Oremu Crane turned his head and answered Hongcun Xiuzao solemnly: "I have sports..."

The girl said confidently: "Preparation for physical education class!"

"That's not exercise! Bastard!"

Hong Cun Xiuzao slapped Zhemuhe on the back of the head suddenly, why does this guy say something that makes him angry every time!Hongcun repaired and gritted his teeth:

"How lazy are you planning to be? You haven't joined the club yet, right?"

Oreki Crane touched the back of his head to correct Hongcun's words, and his pretty face showed a ruffian expression, and he clicked his lips:

"It's not that I didn't participate, but I participated but was disbanded. The meaning is different."

Originally, Oregi Crane chose an easy club to join, but he didn’t expect the number of people to decrease year by year. In this year, Oreki Crane’s club was abolished due to too many people quitting the club, and Oreki Crane became another Back home club members.

Looking at the lazy Ore Wood Crane, Hongcun Xiuzou suddenly thought of something. When he looked down at the Ore Wood Crane with slightly sharp eyes, he was gentle. He asked:

"By the way, why don't you come to our club?"

"..."

Oreki Crane looked at Hongcun Xiuzao's tall body... Hongcun Xiuzao = captain of the basketball team = a lot of sports = super tired.

"Please allow me to solemnly refuse!"

Oremu Crane answered seriously with a straight face, and that expression made Hongcunxiu's expression twitch: "I won't allow it!"

"Why me."

Oreki Crane curled his lips, who wants to go to the basketball club? Sweaty concentration camp.

"Because you're free." Hong Cunxiu raised his eyebrows, saying, what you think is written on your face, bastard, who is the sweaty concentration camp?

Oreki Crane tilted his head at what Hongcun Xiu said, and the girl said with a puzzled look:

"...What's wrong with being idle?"

On the contrary, Oreki Tsuru doesn't understand those passionate people who are only chasing a ball and struggling in all kinds of ways. Is it so interesting?Is it worth it?

Oreki Tsuru expresses sincere admiration for those who work hard, but she does not understand this kind of effort.

Hongcun Xiuzhuo arrived at the gymnasium a little later than usual. The basketball court has already started training. They practice passing, throwing and dribbling in an orderly manner. When Hongcun Xiuzhuo arrived, the people who noticed him were a little surprised. The person carrying it for the first time was not that guy Haizaki!But a girl!

Hey hey? ! !

so the situation? !

"Senior Hongcun, this is...?"

Akashi's cold but gentle voice was very pleasing to the ears. Hearing the voice, Oreki Crane turned his head curiously, and what caught his eyes was a delicate young face. The boy's body appeared cold, his red eyes exuded the same calmness as the boy's demeanor, the way he looked at Oreki Crane was polite and gentle, but hidden under this calmness and gentleness was another kind of Temperament is the temperament of a leader. Zhemuhe glanced at Hongcun, and Hongcun seemed to see her thoughts from Zhemuhe's eyes.

Really... This woman is always so sensitive.

"Her name is Oreki Crane, and she is in the same class as me. I just asked her to help me a little. Don't pay too much attention to her."

The Zhemu Crane, who was being held by the collar, had a straight face, and when she heard Hongcun use the verb 'to call', she shook off Hongcun's hand, who asked her to come here, and obviously dragged her here, okay? Not gentle with girls at all.

"Oreki-senpai, hello, I'm Akashi Seijuro."

Akashi stretched out his hand, his slender fingers were unexpectedly beautiful, Oreki Tsuru held Akashi's hand and shook it symbolically, she laughed:

"Ah... Senior Oreki or something, I'm not used to being called like that, just call me Oreki."

Oreki Crane seldom comes into contact with first graders, most of them are second or third graders, and the ones who get shouted are 'Oreki! ''Oreki-san''Oreki-chan', it's probably the first time I was called Oreki-senpai in a serious manner... what the fuck!

Akashi Seijuro stared quietly at Oreki Crane's smile with his scarlet eyes. He nodded, then turned to Shuzo Nijimura and said, "Senior Nijimura, I'm going to practice first."

Originally, he was instructing the practice plan on behalf of Captain Hongcun, who hadn't come yet. Now that Hongcun is here, he can practice by himself. It doesn't make any sense, agreeing with Akashi's own decision, Akashi tilted his head and nodded to Oreki Crane, Moyo signaled, then turned and left.

Oreki Crane looked at Akashi's straight back, and the boy's posture made Oreki Crane murmur to Hongcun:

"Wow, what a polite junior."

Hearing Zhemu Crane's exclamation, Hongcun built a feeling of pride. His junior was praised by Zhemu Crane, so he grinned:

"Akashita, he is very good, calm in his work, thoughtful, friendly, and excellent in family upbringing. He is a junior that I value very much."

It is rare for Oremu Crane to hear Hongcun praise a person so much, Oremu He said with a sigh:

"It's the first time I've been called Oreki-senpai."

"..."

After saying these words, Hongcun twitched the corners of his mouth: "... You bastard, how unpopular you are."

"Hey, that's rude, bastard!"

"When you're called Oreki-senpai, you're just like that. The first team in our basketball club is all first-years."

Hongcun Xiuzao only discovered now that Oreki Crane really doesn't care about seniors and juniors. Oreki will call seniors seniors, but he rarely contacts first graders. Hongcun Touching her chin, she pulled the Oreki Crane to a resting bench aside for her to practice closely.

"Ah... the first graders are all so tall."

Ah, except that Akashi just now.

Zhemuhe's voice was lazy. She closed her eyelids and looked at the teenagers running back and forth on the field. The clothes that Hongcun Xiuzhuo carried around slipped off her shoulders. Oreki Crane didn't care about the slipping of the jacket, on the contrary, she was used to the coat that would always slip off. Oreki Crane looked back and forth at the teenagers who were dribbling and throwing the ball, and sighed again from the bottom of his heart:

Youth~

"Give."

Hongcun Xiuzao handed a piece of recording cardboard to Oreki Crane, and Oreki Crane took the board and looked at the paper sandwiched on it, wondering: "What is this?"

"Record the data, you are the recorder, and it is your task to record the data of the players."

Hongcun Xiujian gave Oreki Crane the most convenient position, but originally there was a shortage of recorders, so he brought Oreki Crane here. The original manager who recorded the data quit because he was already in the third grade. Hongcun found Oreki Crane The substitute also pulled her over because she saw that Oreki Crane was free and had no clubs, which saved her from being lazy and idle.

"It's that simple?"

Oreki Tsuru looked at the data that had already been recorded in the previous few sheets, which were probably some physical data. If it was just to record data, Oreki Tsuru felt that it would be good to get a name in the basketball team.

"Yes, it's that simple."

Hongcun Xiuzou showed a smug smile, but Momoi, who was standing behind Hongcun, was a little worried. The beautiful girl asked Hongcun Xiuzou hesitantly:

"Senior Hongcun, really, are you okay? Ask Oreki-senpai to record Aomine's data..."

Xiuzai Hongcun knew Momoi's worries. It was not difficult to record Qingfeng's data, but it was still a bit difficult to hand it over to a new layman. Coupled with Qingfeng's own uncertainty and superior physical fitness, compared with Qingfeng's own , probably the person who recorded his data will be more tired. There used to be a dedicated recorder, but the third graders have retired. Now there is Momoi who works part-time. The first and second graders are still training, but the data recording of Aomine is still I can't keep up with my eyes, and there are some mistakes.

Xiuzo Hongcun waved his hands, with his usual expression of indifference, the boy grinned, and patted Momoi on the shoulder:

"Ah, it's okay. Manager, you already have a lot of things to do, just leave the records to Ah He. Don't look at her lazy look..."

Hongcun Xiuzou looked sideways at the girl who was sitting on the bench with a listless face and yawning. She was still looking a little dumbfounded with her hunched back in the coat, and Hongcun Xiuzou smiled meaningfully:

"She...unexpectedly, she has a good memory, and her dynamic vision is also very strong, so she is very keen in observation."

Moreover, these points... Maybe even Oreki Crane himself didn't realize that he had this advantage.

It's not intentional ignorance, but... She doesn't think she has these advantages.

"Senior Oreki... so powerful."

Momoi couldn't help sighing, and Shuzo Nijimura couldn't help but smile when he heard the name 'Oreki-senpai': "You can call her Oreki, she's not used to honorifics."

When Hongcun said this, Momoi and Orekizuru had the first impression that this senior was easy to get along with.

But this easy-to-get-together senior is actually a little hungry.

'...ah...wanna eat cake...'

Oreki Crane was staring lazily at the black-skinned boy on the field, while he couldn't help thinking "cake... cake... cake..."

"hiss……"

Aomine, who was dribbling, suddenly felt a chill down his back, and stopped holding the ball in both hands. Midorima, who was practicing against Aomine, saw Aomine stop. He pushed his glasses and walked forward and asked coldly:

"What's the matter, Qingfeng?"

Qingfeng looked around, shrugged a little puzzled, he raised the corner of his mouth and said uncomfortably:

"For a moment just now, I felt the illusion of being targeted..."

When Aomine said this, Midorima raised his eyebrows and seemed to have become serious. Seeing Midorima's serious face, Aomine waved his hand to dispel Midorima's doubts:

"Well, it's probably my illusion, don't be so serious, Midorima."

Midorima's slender body was directly tied with bandages, he pushed his glasses sharply, and responded solemnly: "No, Aomine, I believe your delusion."

Luma's tone of trust made Qingfeng a little uncomfortable, and the boy's immature face froze for a moment: "... Luma, you..."

Before he finished speaking, Luma continued to say the next sentence in a serious manner: "Qingfeng, your sixth sense of wild animals has always been very accurate."

"Lvjian!! You bastard!!!"

Qingfeng growled!What is this bastard talking about!Who is the sixth sense of wild animals!asshole!

This is called the intuition of movement!Keen vigilance!Can you speak human language? ! !

"..."

Midorima didn't care about Aomine's growl, he turned around and hid his shrewd eyes scanning the surroundings under the glasses, Aomine said that he had the illusion of being targeted... What's going on?